In my last two blog posts, I may have sounded self-contradictory. One day, I wrote about carrying peace within the heart. The next, I questioned the beauty of perpetual peace. Today, I want to clarify what I truly meant.
When I speak of perpetual peace, I imagine a kind of cosmic stillness—an unmoving universe, perfectly silent. One could create a universe from such a state, perhaps, but would we really enjoy living in it? Troubles are not desirable, but a completely untroubled life soon becomes stale. Without contrast, joy loses its intensity.
Struggle gives happiness its meaning. We recognise light because we have known darkness. We value calm because we have lived through storms. A life without friction may be safe, but it would also be shallow, stripped of growth and depth.
What I meant by carrying peace is something else entirely. It is not about avoiding struggle, nor denying pain. It is about holding a quiet steadiness within, regardless of what unfolds outside. To face challenges without losing oneself. To endure, adapt, and rise—without letting bitterness take root.
Peace and struggle are not antonyms for me. They can coexist, even complement each other. Peace is the ground we stand on; struggle is the path we walk. One anchors us, the other shapes us.
Perhaps a meaningful life is not one free of storms, but one where, despite the winds, the heart knows how to remain calm—and keep moving forward.
bhaskar saikia 
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